"About you and me," he wound up finally.
When she offered him a penny for his thoughts, he said, "Well . . .
nothing."
"Dear me."
At his hard cluck the wagon swept forward. "You know what I was
thinking," he said.
"Do I?" asked Anna innocently.
"Don't you?"
"Perhaps."
So they went on through the dark, under the trees, to Milford. When
their little world, smelling of harness, came to a halt in front of the
drug store, they descended to quench their thirst with syrup, gas,
milk, and lard. Then, with dreamy faces, they made their way to the
movies.
Now their hands are clasped, but they do not notice each other. For
they do not know where they are; they imagine they are acting upon the
screen. It is a mistake which charms and consoles them both. "How
beautiful I am," thinks Anna drowsily, watching Miss Gish. "And how
elegant to be in love."